"Um… Excuse me, Doctor, have you formulated a treatment plan for this patient yet?"
Lying in bed pretending to sleep, Qin Dingshan finally heard the Qin Family Doctor ask the question he most wanted to know. He had thought that spending some time in the psychiatric hospital and waiting to be discharged would be enough. Little did he know, the director had taken it upon himself to be so meddlesome and even found him a primary care physician.
Qin Dingshan felt particularly despondent at this moment, and he almost ground his old teeth to bits before swallowing them down hard.
The man in the white coat, after hearing the Qin Family Doctor's question, couldn't help but perk up. He lifted his arm to take out the medical record that had been tucked under his armpit, moved beside the Qin Family Doctor, and began to talk excitedly.